A while back, when we first moved here right after Slick passed away, poor Dodger fell ill with pneumonia. He was really downtrodden and sick – and heartbroken.
Because we had no facilities, yet, for a sick horse here, I opened my trailer and put panels around it. Well, he wouldn’t use the trailer except to put his head inside, so I put the hay inside of the trailer – so he would keep his head and chest dry. Most of his hay, he pulled out and onto the ground – and scattered it as he moved about.
This was during winter; it rained a lot.
Now… I have A HAY CROP growing inside Dodger’s area. Dodger isn’t in there any more, so I am able to harvest at will.
Annie is LOVING this personal chef touch. She watches me pull up the various types of grasses and then drools until I feed her. (I think most of the growth is from what they call ‘forage’ around here – which is 5 grain hay.)
I hold the tufts of grass, she grabs and pulls off her bite, I discard the roots.
Annie loves this game! Eating while getting a human to do your work! Very good indeed!